Right in that ugly-ass armchair. His interior designer had once praised it like it was the Second Coming.
Her hips moved to their own soundtrack against him.
“I aim to please.” She laughed.
“Yeah? Me too.”
In about two seconds, he rolled her off his lap and onto the chair.
“Oh,” she gasped through broken laughter.
Kneeling on the floor before her, he nudged her knees wide, hooking each over the arms of the chair. His cheeks flushed at the sight of her, so open to him, but Jamie embraced the magnetic desperation, as if he didn’t have her a few hours ago. As if he might never again.
Entranced, he inched his pointer finger down her center and back up again, spreading her wetness as her hips rocketed forward.
He’d never witnessed a better sight in his life.
“Before I do this—and I can’t fucking wait to do this—I need you to know that if you can’t…” he stammered.
Shit, why was talking so hard?
Probably because her body, glistening and ripe for him, had hypnotic powers. He pressed both hands into her thighs, tried to focus on something other than twisting his tongue over her like a damn cyclone.
There was an unspoken question in her eyes.
“I don’t need you to come if…it’s hard. Or if you feel scared,” he said, remembering how stressed Rich’s email had made her earlier in the meadow. “Everybody’s different. Every time we make love, it’s different. If your anxiety means you need something else, I’ll give it to you. Let me please you the way you need.”
“You are incredible,” she whispered, pulling him into a decadent kiss not meant for this world. Slowly, she pulled away. Brinton snaked her hands down his shoulders, chest, and stomach, leaving a blaze of tingles across his skin.
“But if you don’t lick me or fuck me right now, I’m going to explode.”
Welp, that settles it.
He smiled coyly then slid down her body, right where she wanted him. With one hand, he parted her, and with the other, he pressed a finger inside. He moved slowly, greedilyexploring, adjusting for what made her teeth drag across her bottom lip or shudder against him.
She was so hot and supple it almost felt too good. But she begged for more, and he obliged like a good Southern gentleman. He flicked his tongue steadily and pressed another finger inside her, this time moving harder and curving his fingertips to stroke her deeper. Brinton’s fingers sifted through his hair, and when she tugged, pleasure spiraled across his scalp and down his chest. All he could do was revel in her magic, licking firmly until her hips bucked against his face in a way he fucking loved. He pulled away only to lavish her with the downright filthiest praise he’d ever uttered.
And it didn’t make him blush one bit.
It wasn’t long before her low moans shifted into sharp screams. She tightened around his fingers. She gripped his hair so hard he was dazed from pleasure. Gloriously, he felt her all around him now.
As he glanced up to behold her, simultaneously thrusting with one hand and teasing out ecstasy with the other, her soft belly trembled, and her decadent thighs went stiff. She unspooled for him with melodic gasps that escaped from between luscious lips.
Her aftershocks sparkled like the Fourth of July. A unique, scintillating expression every time she breathed or shook. She lay back in the chair, body completely relaxed and skin glowing with the indulgent sheen of satisfaction.
“I think we ruined this chair.” She laughed, stroking his hair.
He laid his head on her thigh and kissed the place where his lips met damp skin. “Disagree,” he said, still catching his breath. “I think we improved on the old model.”
After a while, he rose to his feet. Jamie extended his hands out to her.
“I should take care of that for you,” she said, gripping hishands and letting him scoop her up. She dropped one down to palm the tightness in his shorts, which made him groan loudly enough to consider making an equally hot mess on his desk.
But he had other plans.
“Oh, I know you will,” he practically growled. He picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her toward the stairs.
“What—where are we going?” she shrieked playfully.
